by Ramona Gray
Ian groaned, and drove in and out of Chloe’s hot, wet pussy.
“Fuck, Jackson,” he muttered, “her pussy is so much tighter. I’m not gonna last.”
He was about two minutes from coming and he rubbed Chloe’s clit with a hard pressure. Her eyes were closed, and her slender body was rocking back and forth between his and Jackson’s.
Jackson reached between his and Chloe’s bodies and wiggled the plug in her ass. Chloe’s eyes popped open, her hands dug almost painfully into Ian’s chest, and she surprised both of them when her entire body stiffened and she came with a loud shriek.
“Fuck!” Ian shouted. Chloe’s pussy clenched around him with exquisite tightness and he bellowed another curse as his climax, relentless and unstoppable, roared through him. He held Chloe in a tight grip, fucking her through her orgasm and his, until his body was too weak and shaky to move anymore.
He buried his face in Chloe’s neck, as she patted his back with a shaking hand.
“Ian, move.” Jackson’s voice was desperate sounding.
He pushed himself back on the bed, rolling to his back and staring at the ceiling as Jackson said, “Chloe, on your hands and knees, sweetheart.”
The mattress dipped and Ian patted Chloe’s hand when she placed it on his chest for balance. Jackson was rolling on a condom and he quickly moved to the end of the bed, kneeling between Chloe’s legs and nudging them farther apart with his thighs before he pressed his hand on Chloe’s upper back.
She pressed her chest against the bed, turning her head to stare at Ian. She had a cat-like look of satisfaction on her face and Ian grinned at her.
“You okay, baby?”
“Yeah, I’m good. I feel so… oh fuck!”
Her back arched and she dug her fingers into the mattress. Ian tucked the pillow under his head and watched as Jackson pushed his cock deep into Chloe’s pussy.
“Jesus, so fucking tight,” he moaned before thrusting hard.
Chloe rocked back to meet him, spreading her legs even wider. Ian could see the end of the plug sticking out of her ass. When Jackson wiggled it with two fingers, she squealed and her entire body twitched.
“I – oh god, that – don’t do that,” she moaned.
“You don’t like it, honey?” Jackson wiggled it again and Chloe shrieked before rearing up on her hands.
“Please, I can’t come again like that. Please, I don’t want… fuck!” She screamed again as Jackson fucked her hard and wiggled the plug in her ass relentlessly. He gripped her perfect ass with his other hand as Chloe cried out and squirmed and twisted.
Ian sat up and pressed hard on her back. She collapsed to the mattress, squealing into the pillow, and he held her down as Jackson fucked her. She was moaning and begging, and her ass bounced as Jackson slammed in and out of her.
Ian could feel the exact moment she came again. Her body tensed, her ass clenched around the plug, and Jackson shouted so loudly that Ian was certain the neighbours would call the cops on them.
Jackson pumped in and out of her furiously, the cords standing out in his neck as he came repeatedly. Chloe’s body shook and quivered, and Ian released her and laid down again. He pushed her hair away from her hot face and rubbed her arm as Jackson eased out of her. She turned on her side, her body visibly trembling as she stared wide-eyed at Ian. “I, oh my God.”
Jackson was pressed up against her back and he made a low moan. “Holy fuck.”
Ian grinned at both of them. “That looked like a good one.”
“You have no idea, man,” Jackson muttered.
“I do,” he said before kissing Chloe on the mouth. She rested her forehead against his chest and he rubbed her hip. The three of them laid silently for almost fifteen minutes before Chloe raised her head.
“Hey, doing okay?” Ian asked.
“Unbelievably good,” she said. “You?”
“You were amazing,” he said. “But we should probably get up, get some food into you, and think of an excuse for when the cops knock on the door.”
She gave him a confused look and he laughed. “You and Jackson got real loud at the end there.”
“Oh.” She blushed before looking over her shoulder at Jackson.
“Couldn’t help it,” Jackson said. “Her pussy is incredible.”
She blushed even harder and Ian rubbed her thigh. “Are you hungry, baby?”
“A little.”
“Good.” He sat up and removed the condom before heading toward the bathroom that was attached to her bedroom. “Jackson will help you remove the plug and then we’ll wash up and eat some dinner.”
He paused, happiness rushing through him when Chloe said, “Would you guys like to stay the night with me?”
He smiled at her over his shoulder, nodding in agreement when Jackson said, “We’d love to, honey.”
Chapter Twelve
“Okay, Chloe, you can do this. It’s just a plug that you’re about to shove up your own ass. No problem. Completely a non-issue.”
Chloe stared at the butt plug before staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Last night, having Jackson insert the butt plug had seemed kind of sexy and erotic. But standing here in the harsh light of the bathroom, all alone, it was decidedly unsexy.
“You need to do this,” she reminded herself. “If you want to be stretched enough to have anal sex with Jackson, you gotta wear the butt plug for a few hours every day.”
This morning before Jackson and Ian had left, Jackson had told her if she wore the butt plug every day even when they weren’t with her, it would rapidly decrease the amount of time it took before she could take his cock in her ass.
Still on a high from being eaten out by Ian and fucked by Jackson not twenty minutes earlier, she had agreed happily to wearing it every day. But she hadn’t really thought about the fact that it meant inserting the damn thing herself.
“You can do this,” she told herself again. “You got this.”
She reached for the lube and hesitated. Fuck, this felt weird. She had spent most of her Al-Anon meeting tonight, thinking about the fact that she would be going home to stick a plug in her butt. She hadn’t shared at the meeting and had barely even listened to the others share.
Mark had kept giving her little glances during the meeting and after, he’d immediately asked her why she hadn’t shared. She’d given him an excuse that she was tired and had a headache before skipping the after-meeting coffee and heading home.
She thought about texting Jackson and asking him to come over and help her, but Ian was working which meant it would only be Jackson. Based on his reaction last night, being alone with her was obviously something Jackson didn’t want.
Why is that? Maybe Jackson isn’t as attracted to you as you thought. Maybe he’s just doing this for Ian. Or, maybe, he’s secretly in love with his best friend and can’t get it up with you when he’s alone because he really only wants Ian.
She sighed. Yeah, that was a distinct possibility. It was a thought she couldn’t keep shoving aside, but for now, she would shelve it and concentrate on getting her damn butt ready for a ridiculously large penis. It was totally selfish of her not to consider Jackson’s feelings, to use him to get what she wanted when he was probably not even into her at all, but here she was. Doing it anyway.
She really was a monster.
She reached for the lube again. Apparently, her desire to have sex with both Jackson and Ian outweighed her embarrassment at sticking a plug up her own ass. Her cell phone buzzed and, secretly thankful for the distraction, she dropped the lube and picked up the phone.
A giant grin crossed her face as she read the text. She hurried to the front door and buzzed him in. When she heard his footsteps in the hallway, she yanked open the door and smiled at him.
“Hi!”
Ian smiled back. “Hi, Red. How are you?”
“I’m good. Come in.”
Ian stepped inside and she resisted the urge to fling her arms around him like they were d
ating or something. Still, she couldn’t hide her happiness when he hugged her and pressed a kiss against her mouth. “I’m sorry, I know it’s late.”
“It isn’t,” she said. “I just got home from a…meeting. How was work?”
“Busy.” He took off his jacket and boots and followed her into the kitchen.
“Are you hungry? There’s still some leftover Chinese food in the fridge.”
“Nah, I’m good. Sorry for just showing up, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
“No, I was…”
He gave her a curious look. “What?”
“Honestly? About to try and shove a plug up my ass. It isn’t going well.”
Ian gaped at her before bursting into laughter. She blushed and pushed him lightly on the chest. “No laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you.”
“I’m not laughing,” she said and then ruined it by giggling.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re adorable. Do you want some help with the plug?”
She gave him a shy look. “The thing is, I don’t think we should have sex without Jackson. I know he said he doesn’t care, but last night, he was… I mean, it was obvious that he didn’t want to have sex without you there. It doesn’t feel right to me for us to have sex without him.”
Ian smiled at her. “That’s actually why I’m here. I want to talk to you about what’s going on with Jackson. Why don’t I help you put the plug in, without us having sex, and then we’ll talk.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “It’s not exactly sexy to be all, hey shove this plug in my ass, would you?”
Ian laughed again, and she tingled all over at the sound. God, he was sexy. Even when he was talking about not very sexy things.
“I promise I’ll still find you hot even after helping you put a plug in your ass.”
“All right, but if there’s even a hint that you’re grossed out, I’m kicking you out and you never get to see my lady parts again.”
He pulled her close and kissed her. “It would be my absolute pleasure to put a plug in your ass, Red.”
“Oh God, such a sweet talker. How can I resist?”
He winked at her and she took his hand and led him toward the bathroom.
* * *
“How does it feel?” Ian asked.
“Like I have a plug in my ass?” She sat down gingerly as Ian laughed and turned the kettle on.
“I’ll make you a cup of tea,” Ian said.
“Why? Will it make me forget I have a plug in my butt?”
“It might.”
She grinned at him and watched as he boiled the water and added tea bags to two mugs. He poured the water and grabbed the milk from the fridge before sitting next to her. Shit, she could get used to having Ian in her kitchen every night.
She added milk to her tea and sipped at it. “It’s good. Not ‘forget that I have a plug in my butt’ good, but good.”
Ian just smiled at her. She reached out and took his hand. “Does Jackson know you’re here?”
He shook his head. “No.”
She frowned a little. “I don’t want to come between you and Jackson, Ian. Ever. If this is what’s happening, then -”
“No,” he said quickly. “What’s happening is me trying to help Jackson. And I need you to help me do that.”
“All right. Tell me what I can do.”
Ian sighed and studied their linked fingers. “Last night when I got home from work and found out you’d left, I was pissed at Jackson. We had a small fight and he finally admitted that he can’t have sex with a woman unless I’m there.”
“Yeah, I kind of suspected that,” Chloe said.
“It’s been happening for about six months now, and he kept it from me because he thinks that I want to settle down with a woman and have kids and…start my own life. He doesn’t want to ruin it for me.”
“Is that what you want?” Chloe’s stomach clenched. Why did the thought of Ian sleeping with another woman make her feel nauseous?
Ian shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. It’s…complicated. Anyway, I want to help Jackson figure this out and help him to start having sex with a woman on his own again.”
“Ian,” Chloe gave him a hesitant look, “do you think, maybe, Jackson can’t sleep with a woman without you there because it’s you he’s attracted to?”
Ian shook his head. “Nope. That’s not it, Chloe.”
“Are you sure? I mean, he may not even be consciously aware of his attraction to you. It might be -”
“That isn’t it, Red.”
“But how do you know?”
“Jackson and I first started sleeping with women together about five years ago. Jackson was dating this chick, nothing serious, but it was more than obvious that she was into me as well. One night she proposed a threesome and we were like, why the hell not? It was good, really good, for all of us.”
He drank some tea and then took her hand again. “She and Jackson only dated for about another month or so. The three of us slept together probably about another five times during that month. When they broke up, Jackson suggested that we bed another woman together, just to see if it was as good. It was.”
She smiled at Ian. “So, that’s when you started always banging women together?”
“For the most part,” Ian said. “The first year or so it was about fifty/fifty, I guess? Jackson is excellent at charming the ladies and has no trouble picking them up. I’m not so great at it.”
She smiled again. “You were pretty charming the night we met.”
“Thanks. Anyway, Jackson and I had an agreement that we wouldn’t try to date any of the women we slept with. Neither of us were ready to settle down at that point anyway, and,” he paused and gave her a brief look that she didn’t understand, “what woman would want to spend the rest of her life with two men? About a year after we started having threesomes, one of the women we were with wanted Jackson and me to, uh…”
“Be intimate?” Chloe suggested.
Ian nodded. “Yeah. We figured why not give it a try. We did some kissing and touching, but it didn’t do anything for either of us.”
“Nothing?” Chloe said. “You’re sure?”
“Yep,” Ian said. “Both of us lost our erections almost immediately and the woman got super annoyed and left.”
“Things didn’t get awkward between you and Jackson after that?” Chloe asked.
Ian gave her a puzzled look. “Why would it? We’ve been best friends for years.”
“Sometimes that sort of thing can make it weird between friends, especially for guys,” Chloe said.
Ian shrugged again. “We’re not like that. We might not be attracted to men, but men with men doesn’t make me or Jackson feel weird.”
“All right. So, then it isn’t because Jackson is secretly attracted to you,” Chloe said.
“It isn’t. He just needs to work some shit out, you know? He’s worried that he’s going to wreck my life – which he isn’t – and I was hoping that maybe you could help him work through this.”
“I can try,” Chloe said. “I don’t know if I can help him or not though.”
“I think you can,” Ian said. “Jackson trusts you and he…he likes you. If you go to him, if you tell him that it’s not a big deal if he doesn’t get an erection, maybe it’ll help with the mental block, you know? Like, right now, he can’t be with a woman alone because he’s embarrassed that he doesn’t get hard. But, he could take it slow with you, right? If it doesn’t work the first time, you can try again another time with no expectations or shit like that.”
Chloe nodded slowly. “That might work. Does Jackson know you’re talking to me about this?”
“No,” Ian said. “I’m not trying to hide it from him, but I figured I would talk to you first and see if you even wanted to help.”
“Of course I do,” Chloe said.
“Good. If you want to tell Jackson about our conversation, I’m fi
ne with that. We don’t have any secrets between us, and if Jackson gets pissed off with me for talking to you,” a smile crossed his face, “he’ll let me know.”
“He might not want my help,” Chloe said. “You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I know. But I think he’ll be willing to try,” Ian said.
Chloe squeezed his hand again. “You’re a good friend, Ian.”
“Thanks, Chloe. So are you.”
She smiled and released his hand, staring down at her tea so he wouldn’t see the disappointment on her face. She was perfectly fine being just friends with benefits with Ian and Jackson. It was what she wanted, what she told them she wanted, so being upset that Ian thought of her just as a friend was incredibly stupid.
She was getting exactly what she wanted. So why was she so unhappy about it?
* * *
“You were right, the food is delicious.” Chloe sat back in the booth and smiled at Amy. It was Thursday night and both Ian and Jackson were working. She’d felt a little guilty about leaving Jackson in the office alone, but what he was working on wasn’t anything she could help him with. She’d run down to the café and brought him up something to eat before she left.
He’d been sweetly appreciative, and she couldn’t help stealing a couple kisses from him before she’d headed toward the elevator. She’d run into Amy in the parking garage and, before she knew it, she was following her to a restaurant for dinner.
“Isn’t it? It’s my and Mark’s favourite place to eat. Speaking of which,” Amy glanced at her phone, “Mark might join us when he’s finished his meeting. If you’re okay with that?”
“Of course.” Chloe ate a few bites of potatoes. “So, do you have all the designs ready for Julien and Pierre?”
“Yes,” Amy replied. “I’ve included four of your designs with mine and another couple from Rachel. Have you met her yet? She’s on the design team and super talented. Anyway, we’ll see what they say when we meet with them next week. But, I don’t want to talk about work. I want to talk about the two delicious men you’re banging.”
